Basically, I was disabled when it came to dieting. I’m about to confess the ways I would lose my self-control.
I’d start out weighing every bit of my food, but ended up guessing.
I went off my diet every time I’d go out to dinner.
I nibbled here, there and everywhere while I was cooking dinner, and then I’d eat dinner too.
If there was something good and sweet in the house, I’d have to have it.
If I was on low carb, I’d say I don’t see how two pieces of whole grain toast with jam could hurt.
If I was counting calories, I’d manage to overlook counting certain items.
If I was sick, I couldn’t stay on my diet.
If I had a weekend filled with social things, I couldn’t stay on my diet.
If I got on the scale and it hadn’t moved, or it only moved one quarter pound or so, I couldn’t stay on my diet.
Whenever I was stressed out, I’d eat any junk food that was around.
It didn’t matter which diet I’d go on, I just couldn’t control my eating. I’d always find a way around it. I’d tell myself I don’t have to be perfect. I’d tell myself it’s not a good diet anyway. Then I’d tell myself what a failure I was.
excerpt from How to Break the First Big Rule of Women Who Stay Fat by Julie North Schwarz and Kenneth Schwarz PhD, Symmetry Press.